Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
We were best friends, like two stars in the sky, always shining, always close. That summer, we spent every day running in the park,
By Muhammad Adilabout a year ago in Poets
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove:
By Abdullah Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
I said I’d take a break— no more stanzas, no more sighs. But here I am again, rhyming reasons why he lied. My notes app is a graveyard,
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
I sit in coffee shops like I’m waiting for fate to finish brewing. Back corner, warm cup, two chairs just in case. I pretend to read
We never called it love. That would’ve made the unraveling too tragic, too simple. Instead, we collected time— in motel lampshades,
We sat in your car, windows down, hearts up, with ketchup packets and a paper cup. You smiled like the first track on a favorite song,
once upon a sunny afternoon a lifetime ago we sat wordlessly on the shore of a mountain lake our hearts beating with newly discovered love
By John Coxabout a year ago in Poets
Tomorrow is a Toyland By the whisper of clocks and the laughter of hands, We enter the world where the not-quite-true stands.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Poets
Just One Step Closer Come closer, love, no need to race, the night is slow, the shadows trace the curve of lips, the touch of skin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Doves of Peace I See You Doves of peace, I see you, but the wicked are blind. They build their towers on broken trust, chasing power, craving dust.
I used to fill the room with laughter, not because I was happy— but because silence knew too much. 🔴🔴🔴 Behind every smile was a door I never opened.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
** When freedom is too much to ask from molted feathers dabbed with wax Such is the tale of Icarus knowing enough and ignorance
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
